Thank You For Your Patience

This year 2019 – I have had much to be thankful for. Indeed I am so grateful for the wonderful that has happened, it has fueled a long long list of posts expressing my excitement and astonishment at times.

thanksBesides the spectacular events of this year 2019, I have all the wonderful that I have had for many years – a gorgeous and loving family, friends who are fun and supportive and delightful, a sweet home, and although my possessions are very few, I know I have more than I need of everything. I was thinking of turning this post into a long list of everything I am thankful for, but I have already read a hundred posts from other bloggers like that, and so I thought I would mention something else I have turned out to be thankful for.

I have mentioned in other posts that I have had this cold/chest infection…it’s almost three weeks since it started and I am still coughing. Anyway, it has turned out to be very helpful. Why? – you may ask.

typisWell…you may know that I have been writing my very first long fiction project. My series about Annabelle Riley. I think there are over eighty sections so far. I never expected it to be this long. Since I began Annabelle’s story I have been wondering how it was going to end. I am going to say something that I am hoping you will understand: SO MUCH OF HER STORY HAS WRITTEN ITSELF. It just kept on flowing out of me. But how would it end? I did not know for a long time.

I thought I had finished her story. On Monday I will publish a part called “Contentment”. That was supposed to be the end of the story. But although it is a nice section, it didn’t feel right. I knew that was not the end. The problem I was having was, I have been so happy in myself for weeks (ever since Jack invaded my life) that I couldn’t get my head into gear to work on a more realistic ending to the story.

Then I developed this yucky gunky cold/chest infection. It was just what I needed! I have felt so exhausted and weak while I have been ill, that I finally was able to think about the battle that Annabelle has been fighting for years. She may have had some positive developments in her life, but I realized that just because her life was going well, it didn’t mean that she was better.

So finally, I realized that there had to an unexpected twist to her story. I also needed to concentrate on the relationships she has with Robin and Chris. Throughout the story, I was wondering how the relationships between them were developing and why. But the twist in Annabelle’s story, puts a new perspective on those relationships.

fighters.pngI found that this stinking cold lasting so long has helped me think more realistically about the challenge that Annabelle faces. I am thrilled with finally being able to bring her story to completion and to leave it without too many loose ends. I am hoping now you will feel the story ends on a positive but realistic note.

I started writing this story at the end of July and I believe that when it is finished there are around one hundred parts! One hundred parts! Crazy! I have loved developing characters, letting dialogue lead the story, and imagining how a young woman with a mental health issue that she has been trying to hide for years would progress, as the people she loves and that love her, appeal to her not to give up.

Woman With Orange Petaled Flower on Her LipsI am proud of Annabelle Riley! And thanks to this persistent cold, I am especially proud of the end of her story!

Thank you for your patience as I have weaved my way through her story. Thank you for all of the amazing support and encouragement from all of you who have read, liked and posted wonderful comments. I have been so touched by those comments and it has impelled me to try to do Annabelle justice and make sure that her story ends on a real but rewarding note.

There are about twelve parts scheduled to be published, bringing Annabelle’s story to an end. I even have a section exclusively for her series within the menu section on my blog. It is called “ANNABELLE RILEY – LEARNER AT LOVE”, which I find a very tempting title for her story. I really hope you enjoy the way her story ends.


This was my response to the writing prompt from Sarah Elizabeth Moore

I Would Have Waited

rling.pngMy darling Jack. I am so happy he called me that day. I am so so happy. It’s still slightly incredible to me, even though the last couple of months have felt so right that it feels as if it has always been this way.

Changes sometimes come as a surprise don’t they. I had the surprise of the century. But I have tried to fully cooperate with it. It seemed so obviously wonderful – why would I resist that change?

No matter what happens in the future, the peace Jack has brought me, will always be priceless. All of the excitement, all of the special with him – is an amazing bonus.

wait.pngI would have gone on as I was before. I loved Goldfinch so much. I would have worked had to save as much money as possible in order to save up to afford another plane ticket to Australia. I was so so so happy when I was out in Australia with him. Of course I wanted to go again. Of course I did. It’s hard to think of not being with him like that again. Really hard.

But things happened. Jack appeared – a bolt out of the blue. I was not expecting it. There was no way I was going to turn down a second chance with Jack – the man who has had a bigger impact on me than any other.

tried.jpegIf it hadn’t been for Jack, I would have waited, I would have patiently waited until either I had to money to fly out there, or until Goldfinch came over here to England. But working extra hours to afford to go to Australia was tiring I have to admit. My life was intense for many months. I was living on a shoestring budget. I was eating well, because I have so many wonderful friends who kept on inviting me over for dinner so I could save my money. But it was hard. Sigh.

Love him still. I would have waited. I am not someone who likes to ever admit limits to how much I love, or how long I would wait for. But I was tired. I will admit that. Tired…yet energised at the same time. Love can do that to you. You press on despite the tiredness, because you love.